"Hope" is the thing with feathers --
That perches in the soul --
And sings the tune without the words --
And never stops -- at all --
.
And sweetest -- in the Gale -- is heard --
And sore must be the storm --
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm --
.
I've heard it in the chillest land --
And on the strangest Sea --
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb -- of Me.
posted by Benjamin @ 28.3.07
i try to make my life a search for growth. i want to surround myself with the people that will grow me closest to God.
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i don't want to be afraid to ask the tough questions. although, i tend to be left with a lot unanswered. the only two questions in life that i've answered for sure are: who is my God? and what should i do with my life?
i believe we all have an individual purpose for being on earth and i want to try to do the most with what i've been given to accomplish mine.
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